Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.